Here you will find the Poem To... (Kern) of poet Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin
I still recall the wondrous moment When you appeared before my eyes, Just like a fleeting apparition, Just like pure beauty's distillation. When'er I languished in the throes of hopeless grief Amid the troubles of life's vanity, Your sweet voice lingered on in me, Your dear face came to me in dreams. Years passed. The raging, gusty storms Dispersed my former reveries, And I forgot your tender voice, Your features so divine. In exile, in confinement's gloom, My uneventful days wore on, Bereft of awe and inspiration Bereft of tears, of life, of love. My soul awakened once again: And once again you came to me, Just like a fleeting apparition Just like pure beauty's distillation. My heart again resounds in rapture, Within it once again arise Feelings of awe and inspiration, Of life itself, of tears, and love.
